Dean Ambrose One Shots & Drabbles

I'm not drunk, I s-swear. (AMBREIGNS)

"Can I get another?" You asked as you slid your empty glass across the bar top to the bartender for a refill.

"I think you've had enough, baby girl." You heard a deep voice say from behind you before a large hand reached out and rested on top of yours.

"Roman!" You groaned. "You always say that." You said as you turned your head to look at him.

"I think he's right." A second familiar voice said from the other side of you. You turned your head to see Dean's baby blue eyes looking over at you. "You're drunk, darlin'."

"I'm not drunk, I s-swear." You slurred.

You heard a deep chuckle come from Roman while Dean's lips curved into a smirk.

"You are, baby girl." Roman said.

"Come on, let's get you out of here." Dean said as he put his hand on the small of your back.

"But I don't wanna go." You pouted. You felt Roman put his hand on the small of his back as he leaned down to whisper in your ear.

"Come on." Roman said again.

"But I wanna stay!" You said as you pouted your lips and looked up at him.

"Are you gonna be a good girl for daddy, baby girl?" He leaned down and whispered in your ear, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

You looked down at your hands and nodded, knowing better than to lash out at him. You slid off the bar stool and Roman led you towards the exit of the bar while Dean paid your tab for you.

Once you stepped into the cool night air you shivered and started rubbing your hands on your arms to keep warm.

"You cold, baby girl?" Roman asked. At this point you were sure he was using your pet name on purpose because he knew what it did to you.

You nodded and he shrugged his jacket off his shoulders before holding it up so that you could slip your arms into it.

"Better?" He asked. You smiled and nodded as you breathed in the scent of him on the jacket and the warmth of it.

"Mornin' sleepyhead." You heard Dean say as you felt him climb onto the bed beside you.

You groaned and rolled over, pulling the covers up over you as you went.

You heard him chuckle just before you felt him slide under the covers with you. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer to him.

"How you feel, doll face?" He asked softly.

"Like I'm dying." You mumbled as you laid your head on his chest and wrapped your arms around him.

"You're hungover. You're not dying."

"I'm dying." You mumbled.

You then felt the other side of the bed dip and you looked up to see Roman smiling at you.

"Morning, baby girl." He said with a smile.

You started thinking about the night before. You remember going out with a couple of your friends, but you don't remember coming home. Did your friends bring you home?

"How did I get home last night?" You asked as you looked up at Roman before turning to look at Dean who was holding onto you from behind.

"We came and got you." Roman said.

"Did I call you?" You asked as you tried to put the pieces together.

"No, one of your friends called me. Said they couldn't get you to leave." Roman said.

"I'm sorry guys. I know you didn't want to go out." You said.

"Hey, we'll always take care of you, darlin'." Dean said before leaning in and pressing a kiss to your neck.